When Zhou Qingfeng woke up again, the sky in the Black Forest was dim and bright. Today was a rare good day. It was summer, and the sun was shining brightly early in the morning.
The village was quiet and orderly. The people from the logistics team got up early, set up large pots in the open space of the village, and heated the ovens. The villagers at the bottom, wearing tattered clothes, lined up with armed attendants to receive food.
The churning cauldron is steaming, and the aroma of the food is mouth-watering.
The logistics team formed by Zhou Qingfeng is the most popular team in the 'Allied Army'. Although each meal only provides monotonous hot soup and bread, this is extremely rare in the Black Forest and has never been seen before.
There is no need to worry about eating, which greatly reduces the time cost in life. Everyone finds that they have a lot more discretionary time, and even have time to rest.
Seven days have passed since the last time Luke was possessed and defected, and the threat of goblins has still not been eliminated. In order to resist the enemy's attack that may be launched at any time, Zhou Qingfeng had to work hard every day to make arrangements.
Now it is not just a problem of goblins, the anger of Cyric, the god of murder is no joke. Zhou Qingfeng can think with his buttocks and think that the two are likely to merge. The enemies will either not come, or they will come in full force. Both sides are fighting to the death.
.
Order the patrols to go out and detect the enemy's movements. Order the leaders of each family to take turns to be on alert and enter combat mode at all times. Order the villagers to complete the village fortifications and strengthen the defense. Zhou Qingfeng went around in a circle, not in a good mood.
The various factions in the Black Forest are really like bandits, except for Inisha who seems to have a family background. The other factions, from the leader to the soldiers, are all not good - being uneducated is really scary. Such a team is extremely unreliable.
, morale can only be maintained for five minutes.
In front of the food stall of the logistics team, several armed attendants walked by with hot bread. When they saw Zhou Qingfeng, they all stood up and paid tribute. The latter was worried and asked: "How is the food lately?"
"Thanks to Your Excellency Hugo for your kindness, the food is very good." The armed attendants smiled shyly, "We are very satisfied to be able to eat such good food every meal."
"Weren't you able to eat in the past?" Zhou Qingfeng noticed the appearance and attire of several armed attendants. The adventurers they followed should be doing well.
The status of armed attendants is higher than that of poor people. Their ages range from eleven to twenty-five or six years old. They earn income by fighting for their masters. Their masters are the backbone adventurers of various settlements, rich and poor.
rich.
When the master is powerful, the life of the attendants will naturally be easier. But as Zhou Qingfeng gets to know more deeply, the life of the armed attendants is uneven, but they are generally difficult, with poor equipment and training.
In fact, it is not difficult to solve these problems. Since food can be provided uniformly, equipment and training can also be unified. Zhou Qingfeng feels that as long as he controls these people, his combat effectiveness can be increased several times in just three months.
Zhou Qingfeng has been working hard in the Black Forest for almost a month. Whether he likes it or not, he has been deeply involved in the management of more than a dozen settlements.
Not only armed attendants, but also villagers' organizations, personnel coordination, technological development, many places have great potential for improvement. As long as Zhou Qingfeng is allowed to control these people.
However..., controlling these talents is the most difficult.
Zhou Qingfeng's thinking was divergent. In response to his question, the attendants all smiled bitterly and found it difficult to answer. It took a long time for someone to whisper: "We will eat whatever our master eats. But we must wait until the master has finished eating."
Our share.”
The owner only gets a share after eating? What a waste!
But under the strict hierarchy, this is the rule.
Zhou Qingfeng set up a special logistics team, which was actually a great initiative. It avoided deductions and ensured that everyone in the team had enough to eat.
No wonder the armed attendants were all beaming after receiving the bread. The treatment for this meal was much higher than before. Being fed every meal was a treatment only a leader could have.
Zhou Qingfeng hummed twice, "Eat more, there will be a fierce battle in the past two days. Only when you are full will you have the strength to fight the enemy."
The armed attendants only laughed a few times and did not dare to talk nonsense. But when Zhou Qingfeng walked away, one of them whispered: "If you can eat such good bread every day, you can work hard."
Zhou Qingfeng walked to the logistics team booth that was distributing bread. Rubio, who was following him, jumped in the queue and asked the cook who was distributing bread for a double portion of breakfast. When the cook saw Zhou Qingfeng, he quickly picked out the most generous portion of the bread from the tray.
OK.
There was a long queue in front of the stall, and there were a few barbarians holding whips to maintain order. Regarding Rubio's behavior, neither those in the queue nor those maintaining order said a word. Everyone was busy paying their respects to 'Monsieur Hugo'
Greetings, cordial attitude.
Zhou Qingfeng did not insist on equality for everyone. He took the bread and mushroom soup from Rubio, found a place to sit down and started eating and drinking. After taking two bites of bread, he said with satisfaction: "Today's
The bread tastes much better.”
When the 'Allied Forces' set off from the Iron Ore Valley, the bread baked by the logistics team was quite good. However, within two days, the bread was extremely unpalatable.
Zhou Qingfeng asked, there are only one or two skilled cooks in the team, and their performance fluctuates greatly. To put it bluntly, they lack experience. But today's bread looks really good, and it tastes good.
Rubio chuckled a few times and said that it was Princess Inisa who gave the cooks some pointers.
At this moment, the patrol sentry outside the village came over to report, and he also brought with him an arrogant... goblin.
The patrolman's expression was solemn and he whispered: "Your Excellency Hugo, we found an enemy force advancing from the north. The Magru tribe has gathered a large number of troops to fight towards us. They also sent a goblin.
Send a letter of challenge."
The decisive battle is coming, which is expected.
but......
War letter?
Is this goblin crazy?
A small green-skinned monster jumped out. It was only taller than Zhou Qingfeng's waist. Different from the lowly species who could only shout "Ok", this goblin could speak Common Language. It stepped forward carelessly and opened its mouth to speak.
Ruo Hongzhong......
"Listen, you lowly hypocrites. I know you weaklings very well. I know you are filled with fear because your death is coming.
I am not here to persuade you to surrender, because I do not intend to forgive you. No matter how you beg, cry, or repent, it will not change your fate of destruction.
I am the symbol of evil, the witness of fear, the king of darkness. I have remembered who I am, the great and unrivaled Dark Sun.
I will smear your blood on the ground, hang your heads on the branches, and throw your intestines to feed the wolves. You will tremble and tremble under my anger because you have offended me, who represents the ultimate evil.
Are you ready?
My revenge has come!"
When the voice declaring war came to the end, the goblin exploded and shattered into pieces!